Fox-woman

Mother falls on the mountain stair

Wild marauders footsteps fill the air

Fox appears drawn by moans and sighs

Reaching in despair the mother cries

Fox-woman, sister, we are one

Give me vengeance though my life is done

Fox-Woman, sister, name your fee

Grant that I may strike my enemy

Rebels stare silent at the fox

As the wild beast chained in them unlocks

Killers flee fighting hard and wild

As fox-woman guards the one with child

Temple priest takes the mother in

Tells her that the vengeance will begin

Though she knows she must pay with death

Mother whispers with each passing breath

Fox-woman, sister, we are one

Give me vengeance though my life is done

Fox-Woman, sister, name your fee

Grant that I may strike my enemy

Soft she comes to the temple door

Russet pelt a shadow near the floor

Deep the drums in her gentle heart

Keep the rhythm as the birth pains start

Russet gown, hem of snowy white

Now a woman steps into the light

Makes her way to the bed of pain

Reaches down with touch as soft as rain

As her touch melts into the flesh

Pain departs as fox and mother mesh

Screaming ends with one quiet breath

As the mother gives herself to death

And the priest raises up the knife

Carves a door to bring the child to life

Infant born still without a sound

Fox and human spirits have been bound

Fox-woman, sister, we are one

Give me vengeance though my life is done

Fox-Woman, sister, name your fee

Grant that I may strike my enemy

Killers come seeking for the child

Turned away by visions strong and wild

As they flee down the mountain stair

Vengeance, on fox footsteps, leaves her lair